#speaking of i should probably go take an actual shower and do a little cleaning too lol

[masterjedilenawrites]

Man, nothing's worse than spending time on a piece of writing and feeling like you were treading through sludge the entire time - like, each word bringing you physical pain because it's just not good, you know in your bones it's not, but you're praying that you'll read it back later and it'll actually/magically be okay, telling yourself it is what it is and nothing more can be done....

But then, oh boy... nothing's better than taking that same piece of writing, all sweaty and gross and wrong, and turning it into something else. Something better. Whether you're editing what exists or starting over from scratch. Each word fits into place with a nice click. Ah yes, there is is. The thing it was meant to be, on the page at last.

[atleastpleasetelephone]

Kintober Day 18 - Body Writing

Pairing: BDE x reader

Word count: 1.1K

TWs: Body image issues, erectile dysfunction, angst, fluff, actually not much smut to speak of.

Elvis arrives back at the hotel still in his jumpsuit and collapses into the nearest armchair. He hadn’t felt like company so he told the guys to go to their own rooms, but he always feels like seeing you. He kicks his shoes off as you finish applying your lipstick in the vanity mirror. 

“Ya don’t need to do that, honey,” he tells you, wearily. He will admit that he used to want you dolled up for him every night, but the strains of the road and the discomfort in his body lately just make him want to crawl into bed and fall asleep with you in his arms. He should probably shower, first, though. 

You’ve put on his favourite lingerie set and a silky robe, you’re freshly showered and you just spent ages doing your face. You know he’s tired, but you wouldn’t mind just a little attention. 

“I just wanted to look pretty for ya, Daddy,” you tell him, slinking across the room and then landing gently in his lap. 

His hands go instinctively to your hips and he can’t help smiling at you. You do look as pretty as a picture. Even prettier when you untie your robe, letting it hang open and exposing that lovely white lace bra and panties he bought for you the other day.

“Ya look beautiful, baby,” he tells you, stroking your cheek with a finger. “But Daddy’s had a long day,” he sighs. 

You pout. “Baby just wants ta love on ya a little.”

“I don’t know, honey. This fat old man needs a shower.”

You giggle. “You’re not fat, or old.” 

He raises both eyebrows. “Feel like it, honey.”

You nuzzle your nose into his. “Well I don’t think so. Let me help you outta this suit, if ya wanna shower.”

He nods, watching with amusement as you try to unzip it with your teeth.

“You’re gonna get lipstick on it, honey,” he tells you, though he doesn’t really care. 

You finally get the zipper open to just above his belly, then start pressing kisses to his hairy, sweaty chest. 

“I’m gonna get lipstick on you!” You tease, and he looks down to see red lip marks dotted across his skin. 

“Goddamn, baby!” He laughs. 

You shrug. “You’re showering anyway.”

He smiles and pulls you against him, one hand in your hair as he starts to kiss you, gently at first and then more thoroughly, his tongue exploring your mouth. When you pull apart again you realise you’ve left the rest of your lipstick on his lips and you giggle. That gives you an idea. Quickly jumping off his lap you run back over to your vanity. He’s confused, but he doesn’t have much time to think about as seconds later you’re back, lipstick in hand.  He chuckles. You reapply it to your lips and then take his face in both of your hands, pausing to admire how gorgeous he is before you kiss him all over, leaving him covered in red lip marks. 

“Baby!” He’s playing at pushing you away as he giggles like a teenager. 

You giggle too, letting go of his face at returning to your original task of removing his suit. Pulling it suit off his shoulders you kiss them too, reapplying lipstick whenever you see the marks getting too light. You kiss his fingers individually, then his palms, the backs of his hands. Not wanting his arms to feel left out, you press kisses to his wrists and then trail them all the way up, even kissing his sweaty armpit, making him giggle and protest that it tickles. 

Once you feel like you’ve kissed all the exposed skin thoroughly, you go back to unzipping his suit, pulling the zipper down all the way now. You’re just applying another fresh coat of lipstick when he looks down at his belly and sighs. 

“Ah, don’t do that, honey. I need ta shower.” 

He makes to get up from the chair and you put your hand on his chest, firmly. 

“No. I’m lovin’ on ya, Daddy. You’re stayin’ here and enjoyin’ it.”

He grumbles, trying again to move. He was enjoying himself, but this is enough now. He needs to get clean. You struggle to stay on his lap as he tries to stand, despite you being in the way. Then suddenly you have an idea. Taking the lid off the lipstick again you start to write on his skin, right across his belly. 

Sexy.

He stops trying to get up and stares down at the word, and then at you as you pepper his skin with more lipstick-kisses. What are you doing?

You look up, noting his reaction, and then you write across his chest. 

Gorgeous.

He wants to say something to you to get you to stop, but the words are stuck in his throat. You move from his lap and make short work of pulling his jumpsuit and pants off completely, so he’s naked in the armchair now. He stares at you intensely. He knows he could get up now, but he feels trapped in the chair, somehow. He wants to move, but he can’t. You watch his chest rise and fall as his breathing gets more erratic, then you drop to your knees between his legs and kiss up each thigh, stopping just shy of the top. You hear him make a strangled noise in his throat, and look up for a second before burying your face in his groin. He whines. You kiss his balls and his soft dick, still cucooned in foreskin. 

“Baby,” he whispers, finally managing to force the words out, his face hot and red with embarrassment. 

You just shake your head, and pick up the lipstick again. You write just above his dick, with two arrows pointing down.

My favourite part. Even when it’s soft.

To prove your point, you gently take him in your mouth, licking and sucking even though there’s no sign of Little Elvis coming out of his cucoon any time soon. He looks down at you, his chest heaving, tears pricking in the corners of his eyes. How on earth did he get you? And why did you stay?

Once you’ve had enough you crawl back onto his lap and let him hold you tightly, listening to his little moans in your ear. 

“Thank you, baby,” he whispers. 

You grumble contentedly, nuzzling his neck. “Jus’ wanted to show ya how much I love ya, Daddy.”

He grips you even more tightly. “I love ya too baby.”

You sit there for a little while, him trying to steady his breathing and you enjoying the feeling of him all around you, breathing in his smell. Eventually you feel his body relax. 

“Time for your shower?” You ask. 

He shifts so he can look into your eyes, his hand on your face. 

“No, baby. Don’t think I wanna wash all this off just yet.”

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[vulnonapixes-dc-corner]

Remember when I told you all about the "Damian & Tim bonding fic, where Damian gets turned into a cat?"?

Well, I do.

I have two wips! One for a fic and the other is a small art sketch

"It's OK! You are OK! With me, you are safe!"

Tim hummed, as he gently rubbed the little fluff ball dry, making sure to clean its eyes and ears out in the process.

He had found it in a trashcan on patrol, all alone, shivering and seemingly abandoned.

The teen couldn't get himself to leave it there.

After all, he wasn't that cruel, and Damian would probably break his back again if he found out that he let an innocent animal die.

It meowed weakly, as he used two of his fingers to gently massage its stomach. He couldn't feel any swellings and injuries, so it should be fine. Hopefully.

"Hey, it's alright! We'll get some food into you and then you'll feel better."

The kitten looked too young to stomach solid food, so milk was it.

He knew that cowmilk was bad for cats, but almond milk should be fine, at least till he could get some special cat milk and wet food to ween the little one out.

After making sure that it was warm and comfortable on his couch, he made his way to his kitchen.

The search for some almond milk and a saucer to fill it in took him some minutes and when he returned to his living room, the cat was gone.

Gone was probably a harsh word, considering that he could hear some really pissed off growls from beneath his bookshelf.

It was quite impressive, considering that the animal making those sounds was barley bigger than his hand.

"Poor little baby, this situation must be quite scary for you."

He pushed the makeshift bowl next to the furniture, avoiding the sweep of tiny claws, before he all but collapsed on his couch.

Then he quietly cursed himself.

In the trouble of making sure that the kitty was alright, he had utterly forgotten about his own needs.

"I am such an idiot."

The vigilante forced himself back on his feet, as he glared at the couch.

Who knows what kind of toxins and germs he had gotten onto it now.

"You know, this totally ruins my whole week. I usually deepclean my furniture every Monday. But with all the blood and shit on my suit this can't wait."

He smiled gently towards the kittens direction, who had stopped growing when he started speaking.

"I will take a short shower, before cleaning the couch and taking my meds. Please try to drink a bit of the milk, alright?"

The teen was aware that the cat couldn't understand or answer him, but he wanted it to get comfortable with his voice

Soaking his suit in disinfectant, showering, checking his body for small injuries, going through his skincare routine, throwing his suit into the washing machine, getting a clean suit ready for the next patrol and starting up his textile-deep-cleaning routine took him nearly an hour.

It left him utterly exhausted and wanting to sleep.

But he still had to finish the cleaning, drink that disgusting, nutrien rich smoothie, take his meds and work on that case Duke asked him about.

His eyes wandered to the kittens hiding place and a smile appeared on his lips as he looked at the empty saucer.

"Good work! Eat a lot and grow stronger. "

The tiny head of the kitten popped out and Tim had to stifle his laughter at the animals unimpressed expression.

"Oh, Damian will absolutely adore you."

It meowed as Tim concentrated back on cleaning the couch.

"He is my little brother and he adores animals. I am planning to give you to him when the weekend comes around."

This was the safest course of actions for him and the one thing will guarantee a happy life for it.

The kittens eyes were watching him clean the couch, as he explained every step to it.

" Now we are just going to let the disinfectant soak in and let it dry. I'll take my medicine and then we'll try to get some more food into you! "

It actually came out of its hiding place when he brought out his yellow pill bottle.

Somehow, it looked as if he had offended it, as it meowed loudly at him to get his attention.

"This is just the medicine that I spoke about. I am sick, you know. A year ago, I lost my spleen due to an injury. I had a flare up a few days ago, since Steph decided to drop in unannounced. Its fine now though."

Steph had been hurt and he was the closest, so he was glad that she came to him instead of bleeding out somewhere.

But the fever he got afterwards was not so nice.

The kitty meowed, as it clawed at his leg, what was suprisingly painful.

"Whats the matter?! This hurts, you know?"

Tim picked the small animal up, as it growled angrily at him.

"You know. You kinda remind me of my little brother right now."

It had the same green eyes as him.

"You are even behaving like him right now!"

He smiled as it spitted in his direction, Biting and clawing at his hand.

Getting the hint, he gently placed it back onto the ground, where it quickly went back to his hiding place.

Tim couldn't help himself as he sighted, as he saw the blood running down his hand.

He needed to disinfect and bandage ut up as quickly as possible now.

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"Jason, calm down-, i cant understand what you are saying if you scream like this!"

Damian glared at the teen from bellow his hiding spot, as he placed back and forth in his living room, his elder brothers voice screaming through the speaker of the phone.

It was pathetic.

No Vigilante, especially one that studied under his father, should allow someone to yell at them.

[howdoesagrapewrites]

You should do one where reader just wants to spend time alone by themselves(whether it be the afternoon or morning) but hobie and pavitr won’t let them

𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙨

Cw: reader x lovesick!Hobie Brown x lovesick!Pavitr Prabhakar, overlooking toxic behavior, touching with dubious consent, oblivious reader, anxious attachment (Pavitr), suggestive, aged-up characters, reader's gender neutral but it is kinda fem aligned, reader knows about the multiverse but it's not clarified if they're a spider person, I already warned this but just want to say that just because the toxic behavior here isn't portrayed as negatively as my others fics doesn't mean I condone it.

Notes: while I was writing the first paragraph I was like "damn I should do this too" and started deep cleaning around my house. This triggered an episode and that's the reason I haven't been posting as much, I was cleaning. I'm actually on a break from cleaning /srs

You prepared everything to have some alone time this afternoon, you cooked your favorite meal, did an everything shower with your favorite products, you cleaned up everything yesterday so you didn't have to do anything today, and after putting on comfy pajamas, you sat on the couch with snacks and a face mask to watch a comfort show.

It was halfway through the fourth episode when you heard noise coming from your room, and see your boyfriends appearing into your living room, even though you told them you wanted to be alone today. You try and give them the benefit of the doubt, and imagine maybe the mission today was extra rough and they needed comfort, or they forgot about your petition, Pavitr had university, being spiderman, reporting to the spider society, Hobie was, well, trying to bash the president's head with a guitar plus the spider society stuff, so yeah, they had busy lives.

"Hello there, looking lovely" Hobie chuckled with his hands on his pockets, probably laughing at your face mask, Pavitr came in for a hug, you accepted, "ohh, self care day? Do you have any extra masks, I can buy us snacks? Wait- mumbattan currency doesn't work here, I forgot, anyways, is there any room left for us?" You moved quietly and smiled to let your boyfriends sit beside you.

It's not like you want them to go, but they do take too much space. Talking about the couch, of course... And maybe about your life a little bit, you loved them, but when you started your long distance relationship (between universes) you thought you'd have just a tad more time to yourself.

You can't concentrate in the show quite as well, thinking about what could make them forget about your you-day and still want to come, why did they always forget? They both seem to have pretty good memory, the zone off for a minutes, fortunately for you, it's the fifth time you watch this episode. Your phone rings and before you can grab it, Hobie picks it up, notices is not a call and hands it to you, it's the timer for your face mask, how kind of him to even set off the alarm to you since it's your day off.

You take the sticky sheet off your face and massage the serum into your skin as you start to walk to the living room, wanting to scratch the itch and address the subject you've had in your mind, you decide to soft launch it.

"Did any of you, read the chat yesterday?"

"Yes, I always do, Hobie does too, why?" Pavitr lies on Hobie's chest and mindlessly scroll through his phone while he answers you

"Then maybe you forgot that today I kinda wanted to be alone, you know, me-time? You also forgot last week, and the week before that..."

Hobie spoke "Sorry 'bout that, 'have bad memory, a flaw of mine, we can leave if we're a bother" it saddened you he saw himself as a bother, he just forgot, we all make mistakes

"Oh, I didn't forget, I just don't want to leave you alone" Pavitr responded with normality, he didn't like having Hobie speak for him, he regularly contradicted him in stuff like this. Hobie laughs and pata his shoulder, he laughed like a joke, so then it was probably a joke, even though you three were dating, they had their own things, so this must be one of them.

You sat down, you were on the right arm of the couch, and Hobie was in the left one, Pavitr was between you both, he didn't seem at all displeased.

You laughed at the show a few times, and a couple minutes in, you feel Pav's hair ticking you, he's sniffing around your neck.

"You smell good, like your regular scent but better, did you tried the body wash I gave you?" You nod and smile at his sweet antics "And your skin, you look radiant, jaanu" he kisses you cheek, then makes a face, scrunching up his nose at the taste, you giggle. "It's supposed to be good for my skin, not be tasty" you say in airy laugh, he pouts, "But I wanted to kiss you", "my lips have no serum" he looks like a kid on Christmas morning and puts dives right into your lips, you expect a quick kiss before going back to your binge-watching (that you'd been looking forward to all week) but he crashes his lips into yours with need, you try to pull away two times before patting his shoulder, Hobie sees this, and now manspreading on the coffee table instead of the couch, he grabs Pavitr's hair and lightly pulls, "give 'em a break, sweetheart" he obediently looks at him, dilated pupils and breath hitched, Hobie's hands traveled to Pavitr's cheek and he nuzzled on it like a cat, "We don't want them to pass out, now, do we?" Hobie's tone is firm, but still has that certain rogueness he always speaks with. Even though Pavitr's mouth isn't on you, he's still mostly on top of you, and his hands don't stop wandering in your sides, pinching playfully at the fat, kneading on your waist, you really wishes you could keep watching your show and then read the book you always say you should read, or organize that messy shelf that keeps stressing you out, but hey, is not like you dislike this, right? "You won't-?" Pavitr asks in a whisper, when Hobie takes his fingers off his mouth "I'll watch for now" his smile makes you bite your lip in excitement, it seems to have a similar effect on Pavitr, who grips your waist harder, and slowly goes to grab your hips, "Keep going?" Hobie asks, deep black eyes set on yours, it makes you flustered. He's asking for consent, he's very nice, and Pavitr did have your consent earlier, it's just he was a little... Excited, it's okay, because he's nice.

You have two very nice boyfriends, even though they're forgetful.

[moriartyluver]

can we have some mtp boys (separate) on how they’d treat a fem! Reader who is on her period. You don’t need to make it historically accurate & if you’d prefer, you can make it modern au. Thank you!!!

A/N: I did this in a modern AU as suggested because I have no idea how people would have dealt with periods in the 19th century

Characters: William James Moriarty x fem! Reader , Albert James Moriarty x fem! Reader ,Louis James Moriarty x fem! Reader (separate)

Format: headcannons

Genre: hurt/ comfort, fluff

Prompt: the Moriarty brothers with a reader who is on their period.

Warnings: reader is afab, reader is female, established relationships, periods/menstruation etc.

LOUIS would be such a good partner in general so when you’re on your period? He is doing everything!

He’s already very much a househusband male wife kind of guy but it just gets so much more malewifey when you’re on your period

Oh you’re hot water bottle got slightly less warm? Louis is filling it up for your instantly

He will literally shower you in heating pads

I don’t think he’d be very physically affectionate in general, his love language is definitely acts of service and it’s very evident all the time, but if you ask to be held, hold you he will.

He’ll make you anything you want to eat no matter how strange (I always get really weird cravings on my period so if you do aswell, be prepared because Louis will stop at nothing to make you happy)

He has a whole storage cupboard packed with pads and tampons and whatever else you may use, all with your preferred sizes and brands because he’s just that caring. You never run out of pads or tampons with him around.

If any ones annoying you, he’ll be super pissed off and will actually get into a fight for your sake.

If you’re feeling emotional, he’ll be by your side reassuring you that everything’s okay. He’s a bit emotionally constipated but he tries his best for you.

If you ever need sheets to be washed or clothes to be cleaned, he won’t mind at all and he will definitely not get upset.

He himself doesn’t go out unless necessary so he’ll try stay at home with you all the time, just in case you need something (even if you insist that you’re fine)

Overall rating? 10/10 wifey material

WILLIAM probably knows more about your period than you do. Not in a gross mansplaining way but in a well educated husband kind of way

Like he definitely knows when you’re going to start you’re period based on symptoms and stuff before you get that little red surprise in your underwear. Worst feeling tbh.

He helps you learn how to track your cycle and if you’re an inconsistent period girlie like myself, he’s a great help. Imagine just getting ready to go out and then William tells you to make sure to take a pad/tampon/cup with you before you leave 💀

He pampers you too, especially if you live together, but not in the same way louis does.

He’s a bit more strict when it comes to what you should and shouldn’t eat (it’s the protective teacher in him). Liam makes you take magnesium supplements and makes sure you eat healthy even if you’re craving junk food so your cramps don’t get worse.

He’s probably calculated the perfect temperature for your heat pad/hot water bottle 😭

Probably a little more affectionate than his younger brother would be. If you’re complaining about being cold or uncomfortable, he’d put whatever book he’s reading down and hold his arms wide open for you. William absentmindedly rubs your back while listening to you complain about having a uterus

Definitely pressed kisses to your forehead while you ramble like the old fashioned lover he is 🤭

He makes sure to buy you really good quality pads/tampons and is sure to memorise which brands or types you prefer. Might slip a chocolate bar in there too. He also buys you painkillers and gives you the correct doses and everything at the right times

If you don’t feel like speaking much (he loves talking to you for some reason. its adorable) he gets a little upset but he’s a surprisingly good communicator. He doesn’t want to make you feel uneasy and bless his heart, he does all the chores and everything so you don’t have to suffer further while your uterus tries to fucking kill you

Overall rating? ∞/10 (I am totally not biased) I want to marry him idc if he’s a drawing

ALBERT is stupid. I’m sorry that’s a mean way to start off

I think we can all agree he has OCD or OCPD but he’s so sweet to you despite some seeing periods as a ‘Filthy’ thing.

You bled through the sheets? He’ll calmly help you fix that dw sweetie. If you bleed through your pants in public and anyone gives you any dirty looks or some weird shit because people hate uterus havers, he’s not called one of the most unhinged mtp characters for nothing 😊

Ok but this man knows nothing about periods though. I’m so sorry. Like you had to explain to him that no you can’t hold in the blood nor do you use your pad as a bandaid of some sort

Would probably send you one of these :(yes I made that)

He needs Louis to go shopping with him to help get you stuff because this man is smart enough for eton but not enough to know that different colours on pad packages are not flavours 🙄

Also he’s a shit cook so you still have to do that if u don’t wanna starve

Probably the most affectionate out of the brothers. He’s very cuddly with you when you need him to be (mainly because he feels bad for being so damn useless)

Overall rating? 2/10 💀

[doublejango]

Has Blitzø had any interactions with Stolas' house servants? What does he think of them?

He has! I actually have a thread with @angelsandemons about that, where Blitz is hanging out with "Pringles," aka Alfred, where the two of them are hanging out.

But in general, I headcanon that it's pretty awkward. There is probably some inherent resentment there. We see in the show how much regard is given for their bodily autonomy, and Blitz is hyper-aware of that. The awkwardness isn't just because of how the staff are treated by the Goetia though, but because Blitz doesn't feel right knowing that they'll be cleaning up after them. It's fucking weird for him. He's used to always doing his own laundry (and Loona's), other than things that need dry-cleaning. He's used to doing all the household dishes. He cleans the bathroom. He vacuums. He scrubs out the tub and cleans the shower-trap of Loona's fur.

Knowing that there are imps who are going to be doing the little things and cleaning up after him--or specifically, doing the laundry he and Stolas absolutely destroy--feels fucking weird. Blitz feels like he's taking advantage of his own people, and so no matter how much he enjoys his visits with Stolas, that's still hard for him. Climbing in through a window feels more dignified, somehow, than knocking on the door and meeting the eyes of the staff as he passes them.

He feels like they probably see and judge him as some kind of faker, like he thinks he's too good for them, too good to be an imp--he has gotten a lot of that from other imps, because not everyone is happy to see someone doing better than ruling elements in society say they should.

As for what he thinks about the staff themselves... He thinks they obviously work hard and deserve better. He thinks they are good at their jobs, because the place always looks fantastic, and he thinks that it's fucked up that for most imps, especially the physically smallest ones who are least able to make their own choices in life simply because Hell does run on power--who has it, who can take it--serving royalty is the best they can ever hope for. The fact that Stolas's staff can be said to have it good (relatively speaking) makes Blitz feel... angry? Ashamed? Like he doesn't deserve to meet their eyes, like he's undermining them somehow, like his entire relationship with Stolas is somehow a dig at his own people. It fucks him up every time he goes over to Stolas's for the full moon...

Or, you know. It did.

These days, the full moon is just an abstract idea to Blitz.

And, as far as he's concerned, the best representation of a broken heart.

[ventcode]

I just wanna kinda,, ramble, I guess, so many thoughts on my mind, and I never really ramble on purpose (it's mostly an accidental thing..) so.

my shoulder still hurts kinda. it all hurts alot, actually. i don't know why. no matter what i do. ive stopped bringing it up over and over again though. nobody seems to quite listen. some streches, but the pain only subsides for a little bit.

im hungry, but i ate food all day yesterday. seems no matter how much i eat lately, ill still be hungry, and if i dont eat im starving, it makes my stomach feel horrible, the six and kyoko brain mix surely isn't helping.

im listening to my theme, six's theme part II, it's been calming me down, ive been humming along, im just making sure i dont have another panic attack, it surely does help, afterall its calmed me down before, as six. im not surprised it still helps now.

i keep having to change my shirt, it gets uncomfortable too much, its quite annoying, i put on deodorant too but it seems to wear off and it becomes uncomfortable again, maybe i just need to shower tomorrow (today? i don't count it as the next day until i wake up that morning.), that must be the case, im just not clean.

speaking of, its annoying but i seem to always need reminders to do stuff, or i dont take care of myself and do my own thing, with the food thing its gotten better since im always really hungry lately, so the first thing i try to do when i have time is eat food. but with the other stuff of taking care of myself, i seem to neglect it. showering. cleaning my room (i havent done that in MONTHS). drinking water. brushing my teeth. laundry stuff. i always need reminders. but i cant get reminders from my parents. "you're 14, you need to remember this stuff", and if I set a reminder on my phone, I always swipe away the notification and forget about it without fail. it's annoying. i hate that.

I miss my fort from last year, my matress on the ground next to the window, my tv there, just. ofc it neglected the rest of my room but. i miss my own little space there. it was from a calmer time. it had problems like bugs (i found a cockroach crawling on the tv once at night), but otherwise, everything else was okay, i miss just. i miss that, i guess. maybe I should use that tv again, it still works, just not my PS4, the Wii U works though, so, maybe I'll try that.

I think about holding your hand alot, anywhere, I don't really care where it is, but lately I just. have the feeling it'd be nice to just hold your hand, like you're there with me, I've just been holding onto that pillows sleeve more and more, like im holding onto your hand, it keeps the comfort, it helps just a little, I wish it was real, I want to hold your hand. When we meet, I don't think I'll let go of it. ^^"

My dreams have all been,, upsetting as of late, probably because of my anxieties before I go to bed. it sucks, it gets me in a bad mood in the morning, but I'm trying not to lose my hope for atleast a better dream, if dreams reflect subconscious, then I just have to think good things before bed right? I surely try but, I don't know why they all end up bad, I have alot of bad days, but, during the evening, it gets a bit better, and then bad again, I don't know what's really been happening. A horrible nightmare, they're stressing me, but I need to stop thinking too hard on them, if I do, then nothing good is bound to happen.

I think of those bad opinions on me, I'm really no monster, I'm a traumatized 9 year old, a kid, a child, I'm little. I'm surviving in a world that's trying to kill me. I really just wanted to survive, that's all I wanted. sure I ate a nome and I ate the ladys fucking neck and probably did something else Im unaware of in source atm and didn't save those kids in the maw, but, I really am no monster. I swear and promise. I didn't want to be the "hero who saved the kids", I wanted out, to survive, cause I'm a fucking child. I wish everyone knew that. but who'd believe me, if anything, everyone else would think im crazy, that I'm not really six, that im most likely just delusional, and that upsets me. so I can't be honest. that's such a stupid reason but, yk, the anxieties. (fun not so fun fact! during those hunger pangs when i was playing the game and watching you play as well, my stomach felt like SHIT dude. </3)

Speaking of, depending on the ID, I hate referring to myself in 3rd person (unless im speaking in 3p at the time), it just bothers me and I feel separated from myself, and it hurts. with some its fine and others its not. and sometimes I fuck up, so I'll accidentally refer to myself in 1st person with an irl friend and they'll look confused, I mostly just go oops and correct myself but, god does it really hurt, alot. But I don't wanna be honest abt that since it's easier to just refer in 3rd. even I just do it out of habit, but it just gives me a bad feeling, like I'm not me, and the others aren't. the others. I don't know. maybe I just have issues and shit.

idk why but talking about that just reminded me of that time I met a double and got them banned from using tumblr. bro is that mad !!! but srsly I got like so mad in the dream and spam reported them and Tumblr was on my side and banned the account and ANY NEW ACCOUNTS THEY MADE. bro dream me is winning everyday (/lie im having frequent nightmares!! /silly)

it's hard to talk but also extremely easy to talk, the words come out but I don't want them to, like I don't really want to talk to anyone, of course I make my exceptions, if nobody could tell /silly but, idk, it feels meaningless to talk, I'd rather just. do stuff. not talk unless needed, but, when most your friends are online, you kind of need to talk most of the time, or nobody understands what you're saying, even on voice calls, not like I wanna have my camera on at all times (depending on the person), so, it's still useless, I don't exactly know what to do about this, I feel myself talking more and more even though I wanna talk less and less. oops I guess.

me and toaster talked, we're still friends, but we wont contact for awhile, or atleast not every day, i apologized, and so did he, i really do feel bad for acting like an asshole. but everything's okay now, and it'll all be okay.

seems im getting teary eyed writing,, all this, there's so much I'm saying, yet I say I wanna talk less, that's funny, isn't it? I've written so many thoughts down that it's been like 40 minutes at this point, that's funny, how much is really on my mind.

enjoy my thoughts and rambles, I know atleast one person will read this, waving!! sorry I ruined my sleep schedule again, I'll do better.. :')

Goodnight. ♡

[cantfightmoonlight]

"Well, you don't have to worry about it regardless, because you're not missing, but also why would it be embarrassing? It's not like you're a vampire," She pointed out with an eased shrug. "Wait, Julian does what? Why the hell are you worried then? Girl, you just gave me whiplash for no reason and, speaking of whipped, if Julian is dropping off coffee and desserts when you're in the middle of a fight, that is exactly what he is. Are you sure you're not the one giving him the cold shoulder? Because that sounds like something someone does when they're trying to make amends and you're playing hardball. But, regardless, you're fine. Shower, clean your place and where are these pan au chocolates by the way? Because don't mind if I do," She said, peering over Briar's shoulder to where she may keep the baked goods, continuing to listen to Briar as she side stepped around the mess and headed towards the kitchen. "Oy vey. ¿Cuántas personas viven como si estuvieran en una telenovela en este pueblo?" She muttered under her breath in spanish, shaking her head.

"Can I ask you something and it not be taken the wrong way? Is this both of your first relationships, because what gives?" She asked with a curve of her brow, not trying to be blunt about it, but then again, Bri didn't exactly know how to be any other way. "I mean if you're 100% sure it's Julian, then what the hell are you doing mopping around and talking to me for? What are you waiting for? A pep talk? It's not rocket science. You go right now and tell Jamie it's over. Done so. Finite. We're never getting back together, like ever, and then you go get your man before he decides he's done waiting for you to make up your mind. Well, you shower and look cute first. Then you go and do all of those things. Unless, you're not entirely over Jamie and, if so then, maybe, and I know this isn't what you're going to want to hear, but maybe Julian is right. Maybe you should take a break and figure out why something that should be so simple is complicated for you. Why you want to sit on the couch and eat Rocky Road and not be with him right now? Though if it is option 2, you probably should cut him loose, because him showing up here dropping off baked goods when he's the one whose hurt isn't fair to anybody. It's actually a little pathetic, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I know he's a great guy and the love of your life and all, but that is some kicked puppy shit. I mean even I feel bad for him now and he was going to ruin our theatre. And oh... I did sort of want to talk about me, but we can chat about my cousin's wedding and how my boyfriend tried to sacrifice a limb for me some other time. In fact, I'm going to go. I'm going to go," She decided as she finally located a pastry. Wrapping it in a napkin, she tucked it away in her purse for later as she began to head back towards Briar's front door. "And you're going to put on your big girl panties, talk to your man or men and thank me later." While she was all for curling up with ice cream and having a gossip sesh, this situation called for tough love more than anything.

"Could you maybe not include Meena? It would be embarrassing for her to see me like this and I kind of would like her to not think badly of me." Briar half-heartedly teased, a tilt of her head, her nose scrunching, she sighed. Briar knitted her hands together, her stomach rolling with the ache of uncertainty. "Yea..." She squeaked out sadly, "I mean he still drops coffee and pan au chocolate off for me...we just have not spoken."She frowned, her voice growing thinner. "Essentially, I needed to make sure it was truly ended with James. That when I had and if I wanted him to find him...and he gave me back the key I gave him on Valentine's Day....because it didn't feel right having it if another man felt like this was their home too." Her sadness quickly turned to anger and frustration at her ex, raking her fingers through her hair. "Because Jules is a fantastic man who is trying to let me decide for myself what to do...what to pick since James asked me to consider it...consider him." She sighed, "I'd spent seven years considering him and was never sure. I don't know why anything would change now. It's ridiculous." She sunk onto her couch, "I am telling him there is no chance. Then getting my man back is the next step." She pulled her feet up onto the couch, resting her chin on top of her knees. 'No. You don't have to fight him. He means well...I think it just hurts him. I'd be pissed if some girl showed up here after the relationship was over for two years, asking him to reconsider, knowing he'd moved on...tho I wouldn't react as respectfully as he has. I'd be a problem." Briar nodded, "Rocky road please...and you can tell me how you're holding up."

[bbiemochi]

Can I request Mika with a gn reader ? A fluff about pets maybe ? Chronic pain flare acting up and somehow playing the Valkyrie song on the game helped to distract me from it

𝚏𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 | mika kagehira x reader

[an]: hello, lovely! tysm for requesting! <33 yes, i love mika sm omg ToT he’s literally the most precious thing ever he’s 🫶🫶 would die for him fr. hope u enjoy!

summary: if there was one thing you’d sacrifice your entire being for to go well, is your relationship with mika and…taking your cat a nice and behaved shower

pairing: mika kagehira x g/n!reader!

genre: (too much) fluff!

“coco!”

the sounds of footsteps running through the hallways of your house was loud, watching every step you run on in order not to slip on your home’s tiled floor. turning to the right— you finally managed to catch up with a certain four legged runner that was soaked with warm water. your cat struggled, but you managed to hold grip on her and warm the kitty down with a towel.

today was like any other day. some labeled as cat owners’ awakening nightmare, is the day where it was time to give you pet cat a shower. coco hated water, any water that touched her feet, she despised it. you had been doing this to her ever since she was a little kitten. you had found her nearby a road, and since her mother seemed to not have returned, you were taken in for her care. you loved your pet cat very much but…this was one of the things you didn’t liked doing. giving her a shower. if it was time for her bath she’d start running faster than an ostrich around your house.

walking back inside the bathroom where your boyfriend was waiting, you closed the door behind you and gently placed coco down back in the warm water, avoiding her scratches near your face. she was feisty in moods like this, it was an easy predicament after all. “glad you actually caught her. lil’ kitty probably left soap around yer place,” he says, and you sighed, putting back your gloves on while mika did the same. “i can’t believe i have to give her a bath once in 4 weeks. this is a nightmare…” you spoke, before huffing out a breath of exhaustion. today, mika decided to give you a hand in giving your cat a bath, which was almost like a sign from the angels. you were glad he was with you right now when your parents were both away. the two of you started dating months ago, and things were going smoothly and a lot well. shu had a lot of said; “pros and cons” about his idol partner but you ignored him, the valkyrie leader was speaking too much. you often couldn’t believed why mika looked so up to his partner.

coco continued to hiss at the water, jumping around in the bath tub that you and mika prepared while your boyfriend held her as gently as he could. the water splashed towards the both of you, and mika struggled holding her down. “yeah, maybe we should worry ‘bout that later, y/n, yer cat startin’ to act up again!” mika exclaims, almost in a panic when coco started to meow very loudly. sighing, you grabbed the scrub and soap and continued to give your cat a bath, also holding her down not too down on the tub. 10 minutes inside of the bathroom, you can sense coco shivering and giving you those pitiful eyes of hers. mika was doing his best to calm the cat down, and it eventually worked somehow. unlike earlier, she was going feral.

the battle was finally over, and the shower mission was complete. you dried coco up with her special towel and with a beam on your faces, you and your boyfriend exchanged high fives. at last, it was done. while you dried your cat in the living room, mika helped by cleaning the bathroom and wiping off the soap around the house that coco left when she escaped the tub earlier on your first attempt. the cat seemed to now be relaxed by the way you were rubbing her head while drying her with the towel, now that she was back to herself, you too relaxed and leaned on the couch with a sigh.

it didn’t take too long until mika returned after cleaning the area. he spots you just relaxing on the floor, cat on your lap being dried up as you move your head up to face the ceiling, back leaning against the couch from behind. silently, the male sat down on the sofa—weight shifting down over your back. you can feel his hands lay on both your shoulders, his legs now swinging on either sides of your arms and you feel his face watch overs yours even when your eyelids were shut tight. when you opened them up, you see it. those beautiful mismatched colored eyes, with a daffodil yellow and dark green pupils just staring deep at yours. he was lovely.

“you seemed to be relaxed, mind if i join?” he questions, then you couldn’t help but crack a small soft smile over your face. his hands were smooth, you can feel a warm radiance stick to the tips of his fingers over your shoulders to your cheeks. mika smiles back. “no need to ask me, idiot. i’m not relaxed that much yet…after all the work we did just to take coco a shower. but hey, after this wanna—

“cuddle?”

“—watch a movie…?”

silence took over. you can hear coco yawn from your lap. the silhouette that reflected over to the ceiling changed from a soft gray to an orange shadow that felt like the afternoon sun was close to setting down. clock ticks was all you heard. the sound of coco’s paws scratching her ears. in the meantime, your boyfriend laughs of how the tangerine colored outline cast back towards your e/c pupils with a dim blush scattered down. unlike his, mika loves your eye color. “wanna go with both?” he proposed, and you immediately stood back up straight, making mika wince from your sudden action.

another yawn escaped coco’s lips. you looked at your lover with now a visible blush on your face. “let’s just go with your suggestion,” you implied, and mika too couldn’t help but blush. yet he beamed towards you after.

after coco was officially dried up, you and mika were both quick to head back up to your room to cuddle. it was a pretty cold afternoon, it was expected since it was like 5pm. mika didn’t mind spending the night in your place, there was no practice tomorrow anyways so he’ll just inform to shu that he won’t be there for the day. somehow, coco managed to follow you both inside of your room, and the cat immediately lied down on her bed that was seated next to yours.

the moment you sat down on the cushions to catch a breath, the thing you knew next was mika dragging you down with his warmth on the bed, pillows fluffing over as you let out a yelp. your boyfriend giggled, and you hid your red face in his arms. well that was fast, though you didn’t mind. the afternoon was almost turning into the great evening, however it was the best feeling out there. just cuddled along with the person you love the most in this world, his arms wrapped around yours, it almost felt like he was too scared to let you go. you knew…you knew much about his past. it didn’t mean that you dated him because you pitied mika, it was because he was the most unique one you knew with honest flaws. he was like you, earning a dislike towards the stare of others.

the orange skies started to disappear along with the clouds, steadily. as you sink your head deeper in his warmth, mika sighs, and you felt him smile over your head. “this feels nice…” he spoke, and you nodded. “we should do this all the time, ya know? i could almost do it anywhere with ya,” he added, and you blushed even harder. his words weren’t intentional to make you feel fuzzy, but in some reasons they always seemed like it was targeted to you for real. brushing your hair while you slowly drifted to sleep, mika looks down over your face and smiles. you looked back, and there was an instant electric connecting flying over.

mika stick his forehead to yours, and closes his eyes, feeling satisfied. “you’re lovely,” he says, and your eyes sparkled. “the loveliest one i know. you’re so lovely…i love you. s’much…” he adds, and that’s where the cherry bomb splashed over. pulling your hands up towards his cheeks, mika opens his eyes in surprise, and with mid-wide eyes, your gorgeous smile reflected in his mismatched colored irises. “i love you, too,” is what he heard erupt from your mouth. such a sweet reply, he hopes to hear that from you all the time. a wish.

the two of you closed your eyes, ready to lean for a kiss. although, before any of that happened, coco suddenly jumped between the both of you, interrupting the intimate moment of the day. you and mika were startled, and coco just spun around three times before lying down on the bed—acting like nothing happened. you scolded your pet, face burning while mika scratched the nape of his neck, nervously. “coco! what was that for..!?” you yelled, obviously irritated and sheepish. mika chuckles, “looks like yer cat got a lil’ jealous.”

“geez…! coco you ruined a moment..!” you simply add next, but coco only licked her paws in reply. you groaned in irritation. “hey, is alright. i’m sure she didn’t mean it. i think. well coco is a cat after all she prolly only did it since she sensed ya?” mika says, questionably. now it was your turn to sigh heavily, “coco never liked my bed. she always either slept down next to mine of to the window still. it’s her first time doing this.”

“if she wants to join us that ya wouldn’t mind, right?” mika asks, and you smiled. what calmed you down more was when he planted a small kiss over your forehead instead. that seemed to do the trick, he thinks. dinner never happened anymore, since when you both drifted off to bed, it was final.

being in his arms was heaven after all. even if coco was between you two the whole time.

a/n: this was too much istg i’m gonna evaporate

requests: opened

[zukuist]

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐬

“just really random mannerisms they like about you”

my 1.5k special

fandom/s: 僕のヘロアカデミア // boku no hero academia [bnha]

includes: several characters

your name is shortened to y/n, gender neutral!

side note: lol i’ve been gone for 22 days 💀 so sorry for the wait guys! it was finals week during the first half of the month. but now that i’m done with the 9th grade, i can post more! there’ll be more to come later this week

thank you all for 1.5k !!

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bakugō katsuki

— SPIN

when you do that cute little spin when you’re showing off your outfit for the day, especially before dates

he claims that he thinks it’s dumb, and that you should ‘knock it off’ or ‘quit fuckin’ spinning around like that’ but he actually thinks the opposite, believe it or not. he’ll still react like ‘🙄’ and smirk, like he’s going to make fun of you. however, if you look closely, that smirk of his is actually him smiling at you genuinely, and endearingly. i don’t think katsuki would be someone that would shower his s/o with presents constantly, especially with things like clothes (like.. you could just borrow his sweater, if you needed one) but! he finds himself buying you more clothes, just so you could sit him down, and do that little spin for him.

but, as to be expected of him, he’ll never outright admit that he finds it adorable. but maybe if you push the right buttons, the blond will admit it under his breath.

midoriya izuku

— GESTURING

when you start talking with your hands during conversations and debates.

usually, he’s the one that rambles, and you’re the listener. and though he’s very grateful that you’re his #1 listener, he also really enjoys returning the favor by listening to you too! especially when he gets to stare into those heavenly eyes of yours. but! how can he do that, if you’re the type to speak with your hands? there’s something about it that intrigues him to no end. izuku doesn’t point it out right away when he first notices, but he tends to stare at them like ‘👁👁👀👁👁’, not at all conscious of his own stare, and until someone, or something snaps him out of it. try not to tease him about it, he’s just so infatuated, it’s excruciating for everyone to witness.

he probably has this mannerism written somewhere in his notebook. it’s not at all creepy, but the fact that he thinks it’s important enough to be written in his notebook makes you happy.

todoroki shōto

— QUICK FIX

when you fix his hair, or appearance when he himself, doesn’t notice the disorganization

todoroki shōto is not a messy person. he’s organized, level-headed, and most of the time, he knows how to keep his appearance clean. but like everyone else, there’ll be that instance where he just.. doesn’t see it. and this is where you enter! he dislikes it a ton whenever people try to touch him, but when you do it, he really can’t find himself being angry about it, despite initially hating the idea of being touched without permission. if you’ll go out of your way to fix his appearance, he’ll be grateful! especially when you fix his hair, so his middle part is split nicely and perfectly.

of course, there are other things, like fixing his tie, and making sure that his collar is centered, and even smoothing down his eyebrows with your thumbs. sometimes, he’ll even mess up his appearance on purpose! he’s whipped.

kirishima eijirō

— SQUEAL

when you squeal whenever you’re surprised, and most especially when you see something you like and dislike

it actually does aid him a lot, in a weird sense. not sure if it’s because he finds these sounds helpful, or if he just finds those little squeals, and sounds of approval or disapproval adorable. it also helps him a lot, if you weren’t talkative in the first place. either way, it does help him navigate what you like or dislike. some may say it’s because it gives him an ego boost, or that eijirou gets a weird kick out of it, but it can’t be less genuine than this. whether if it would be a sound of adoration that escaped your lips when you received a post workout selfie, or if it would be a sound of disapproval when you feel the leftover hair gel in his scalp. either way, he finds it super adorable, 10/10.

but.. if you were to ask him, the faux red head would say that he liked your sounds of appreciation more than the ones of disapproval (duh). eijirou kirishima takes pride in making his s/o happy!

kaminari denki

— VICTORY DANCE

the victory dance you do whenever you accomplish, or win something

it’s actually quite iconic at this point. the first time denki witnessed it in person, he was elated, mesmerized. first of all, where did you get those moves? and second of all, do you know how attractive this actually is to him? at this point, he should pull out a camera every time you do your little ‘dancey dance’ because he would like to learn the dance itself. i don’t care if you think the moves are absurd or random, nah. absurd is out of the question, because denki will just admire you, as you danced cheerfully.

people will sometimes ask him “out of all of the things he could’ve found cute, he chose this?” and he’ll just be like “yep.” shamelessly.

shinsō hitoshi

— TOYING

when you start toying, or fiddling with his fingers out of nowhere

please, as if this man’s oblivious about his level of attractiveness. newsflash, he’s aware. he knows that some people like his hands, but in his honest opinion, hitoshi doesn’t know why. he doesn’t have a physical quirk, so he doesn’t need to rely on his hands 100% of the time. but that doesn’t mean that this habit of yours didn’t catch him by surprise. you even did it when you guys weren’t officially together so, he kind of just.. allowed you. so that’s how things are. you’d talk to someone, and your hands would reach to play with his fingers under the table, and when you were a bit nervous than usual, you’d do the same.

he didn’t have to ask you too much about this habit, raising a brow when you first did it, only to receive a sheepish look in return. either way, he finds this habit really cute, and he’ll even start offering you his hand.

amajiki tamaki

— GRASP

grasping onto his hand, especially when you’re anticipating something, or when you’re nervous

he’s usually the one that needed some form of encouragement, support, or comfort. it’s always been that way for him, and there’s a part of him that desperately wished that he just woke up with mirio’s personality. he wishes he could be stronger, and the timid soon-to-be hero wishes there was an instant remedy. which is why, tamaki loves this habit! yeah sure, it flustered him, reducing him to being beet red, and a stammering mess, but moving past the first touch, he adores it. i mean, he doesn’t know if there’s a way he could say it, without making it seem weird but.. it feels nice, knowing you’ll grab onto his hand for comfort.

it makes him feel.. strong. knowing that he’s the one that’s doing the comforting, and not the other way around like how it’s always been. even if not a lot of words are exchanged during these times.

monoma neito

— FOOT POP

when you go to give him a hug or a kiss, and your foot lifts off the ground

yeah, i’m kind of referencing the princess diaries here. but out of everything neito could find cute, this would be at the top. man didn’t notice it at first, because well.. he’s usually kissing you, too absorbed to even notice anything else. but when he realizes it when your foot pops at a little peck on the cheek, he’s proud, boastful like how he usually is. this habit is very dreamy to him, something straight out of a old romcom, or a fairytale. to him, a good kiss would also be defined by this habit. he’ll smirk, “ohoh, your foot did the foot pop! guess i’m that good” he wants to see more of this little habit (habit or not, he still wants to see it)

he’ll boast about this cute habit to everyone, especially when the chance to boast arises. “can you make your s/o’s foot pop?!” he’ll erupt in laughter, absolutely proud of himself despite everyone not really knowing what that even is

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© zukuist 2021, bnha|mha belongs to horikoshi kohei. do not steal ❕

[falcqns]

You’re Worth It

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x College Student!Reader

Summary: You visit Bucky’s apartment for the first time, and assure him that he's worth so much more than he thinks. 

Warnings: SMUT! age gap but its legal, very insecure Bucky, oral (f receiving).

A/N: Hope you enjoy!

You stood outside Bucky’s apartment door, watching your boyfriend dig his keys out of his skinny jeans, his other hand on a bag of groceries that contained your soon-to-be dinner. He pulled them out and located the door key, before turning to you. “Are you sure you want to stay here tonight, doll? I’m more than okay staying at your apartment.” He said, his eyes not leaving the ground in front of him.

You smiled, and placed your backpack on the ground beside you before turning and grabbing his stubbly face in your hands. “Baby. I want to stay here with you. I don’t care what it looks like. Whether it’s dirty or clean, the cutest apartment in the world, or the ugliest. It’s yours, and I want to see it.” You said, and he smiled before nodding. “Okay.” He said. He put the key in the door, and unlocked it. You followed him into the small apartment, and was immediately surrounded by the smell that was undeniably Bucky. 

You loved the way he smelled, you always had. He smelled like a field of lavender flowers on a beach, with a hint of salt water. He dropped his keys on the table, and turned around to face you. You placed your backpack on the floor again, this time by the table and looked around. There wasn't much, but he had a small chair and a side table, and a small tv stand where his tv sat. There was a chair in the corner by the kitchen island, and that was it. Your eyes ran over the pile of blankets on the floor, and you could feel your heart break.

He slept on the floor. 

He chuckled as you looked around. “Sad, huh?” He said, walking into the kitchen with the food in hand. “No.” You said, and followed him to the kitchen. “Like I said outside. It's you. You are building a life after a lot of suffering. Nothing about this is sad.” He shook his head as he took out the carrots and potatoes from the bag. 

“I couldn't even afford a full couch.” He said. You dropped your phone on the counter gently, and wrapped your arms around his waist. You rested your head in between his shoulder blades, and inhaled his smell. 

“Baby, it’s okay. You were gone for 5 years. So was half the world. Before that, you were living in Wakanda, where you didn't have to deal with the stresses of regular life. And, before that, you were trapped within someone who wasn't you. Don’t blame yourself for any of this. I love you for who you are.” You said, and Bucky turned around, his arms circling your waist. 

“How did I get so lucky?” he mumbled into your hair. You giggled, and lifted your head. “By saving my life,” You said, before pressing a kiss to his lips. He kissed back immediately, and pulled you closer. 

You pulled away when the need for oxygen became dire, and you smiled at them again. “All I did was pull you out of the way of a car that was out of control, doll.” He said, and ran his hand down your arm as you pulled out of the hug. “I would’ve gotten hit if you didn't. I’m not a super soldier like you are, its highly unlikely I would have survived if it weren't for my hero,” You mentioned, as you walked over to your backpack and pulling out your laptop.

Bucky chuckled, and watched as you sat down in the chair across from the tv. You tucked your feet under yourself, and sat your laptop on the arm before powering it on.

Bucky began to move about the kitchen and make the two of you dinner. No matter what you said, he couldn't stop feeling guilty about the state of his apartment. He could have at least bought a blow up mattress for you to sleep on, so you wouldn't be stuck sleeping on the hard wood floor with him. Better yet, he could have bought a bed. He had a bedroom, but he didn't feel comfortable in there. He glanced over at you while he washed the carrots in the sink and saw how you stretched your back before returning to your homework.

It wasn't an unusual occurrence for him to hang out with you while you do homework. He actually enjoyed watching you do school work. he could barely remember school, and he never got to go to college. Between working and taking care of Steve, he both didn't have time and couldn't afford it. Then the war started, and he thought about going after, but his capture by HYDRA kinda ruined that one. During his time in Wakanda, he had thought about going to college, but at that point he was still a wanted criminal and that was out of the question. He had been thinking about it more recently, and had decided to wait until he was finished making his amends to enrol somewhere. 

Mainly, he was just happy that you were getting an education. He planned on staying with you forever, marrying you, having kids with you, and growing old(er) with you, and he knew your future children would benefit from at least one of their parents having up-to-date school education. And, by up to date school education, he meant a curriculum that was developed this century.

He stirred the potatoes in the pot and smiled as he heard your fingers tapping on the keyboard. God, he loved you. You loved him for who he was, you didn't judge him, and most importantly, you didn't blame him for anything that happened. He hadn't been expecting to be so open with you about his past when he asked you out on a date, but you knew who he was instantly, and thanked him for saving your life. He may have physically saved your life that day, but he felt that you saved his life in every other way by just being yourself. 

He continued to listen to you tapping on the keyboard, the clicking of your knuckles as you cracked them, and the slow but rhythmic breathing as you focused on your work. 

Dinner was finished a few minutes later, and you closed your laptop just as Bucky was plating the veggies. You placed your laptop back in the bag, and joined Bucky on the ground to eat. 

“Did you finish your homework?” He asked, and you nodded. You swallowed before speaking. “Yeah. I can't submit it yet, but it’s finished and ready to go,” You said. 

The two of you continued making small talk throughout the night, and Bucky tried to find a way to convince you that the two of you should sleep at your apartment instead, but he knew that it wouldn't work. He tried to bite back the tears while you were in the showers and he laid out the blankets and pillows on the floor for the night. They almost fell again when he walked out of the bathroom from having his shower and saw you snuggled up on the ground, scrolling on TikTok. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he got a cup of water for himself and for you. He thought he had a handle on his emotions by the time he had settled next to you, but the dam broke when he laid down and your had found its way to your chest as it usually did. 

Your head shot up when you heard his shaky breathing and his sniffling, and you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck. “What’s wrong, Buck?” you whispered, and his arms wrapped themselves around your waist before he answered. 

“You deserve to be sleeping on a bed.” he whispered, and you shook your head. 

“No. Don’t do that to yourself. I know how weird it is for you to sleep in a bed, and that's okay. I’ve been camping before, and I’m perfectly fine with sleeping on the ground. I’m fine, baby.” You whispered, but Bucky still shook his head. 

“I should be able to afford a bed,” He said, and you sat up. “Stop. Don’t think that. You’re doing the best you can with what you have. You can barely afford the bills you have already because of what the government is paying you, which is way less than you should be. You’re doing great with what you have.” You reminded him, and he nodded.

“I know. But, I probably should have spent the little money I did have on a bed rather than a TV, but if I don't have the TV on, my mind runs to places I don't want it to. I know that’s not healthy, but neither is reliving everything I did for those years. I wasn't really thinking about having anyone to share my nights with during that time, so a bed didn't seem important. But, I should have bought a mattress when we started dating. Everything is just way too expensive compared to when I was growing up.” He said, a slight chuckle in his voice. You smiled, and pushed him back by the chest. 

He smiled suggestively when you straddled his waist, his hands coming to rest on your hips. “Lets not talk about it anymore, okay? Maybe me riding you will help you forget it.” You said, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips that were red and slightly swollen from his tears. He didn't say anything in return, but kissed you back while running your hands up your back and under your sleep shirt. He moaned when he felt that you weren't wearing a bra. 

“Naughty girl, not wearing a bra,” He whispered, as you kissed down his neck. He grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled it up, leaving you in only your underwear. You moaned at his husky voice and ground your hips down on him. He moaned, and grasped your hips in his hands. 

He let you grind on him a little more, thoroughly enjoying it, before flipping you over. He trailed his hands down to your underwear, hooking his thumbs into the straps, before pulling them down your legs. 

He moaned when you were completely exposed to him. You looked at him with lust filled eyes, as he spread your legs, and settled himself on his stomach in between them.

He lifted your legs over his shoulders, and pressed kisses up your slit, making eye contact with you. “Fuckin’ beautiful.” he said, before diving into you. 

He swiped his tongue over your clit a few times, before attaching his mouth to it and sucking. You jolted slightly when you felt the cold metal of his pointer finger slowly push inside of you. He pushed it to the hilt, and then arched up to rub up against your g spot. 

You cried out suddenly and tangled your hands in his hair when his finger started vibrating right up against your g spot, causing you to fall over the edge into orgasm almost instantly. 

Bucky pulled off of you with a pop, and grinned, still moving his finger in and out while you rode out your orgasm. Once your breathing slowed, he pulled his finger out, and put it into his mouth, sucking your juices off of it. He laid on his back, and guided you with his hands until you were on top again. 

You began to shimmy down his body, but Bucky shook his head, and pulled you back up. “No. If you do that, I won't last, and I want to cum in your pussy not your mouth,” He said, and you bit your lip, and nodded.

His hands gripped your hips while you reached down for his now leaking cock, and gave it a few firm strokes, before lining it up at your entrance. You leaned forward and gripped your hands on his shoulder, before sliding down on him slowly.

“Fuck, doll. Always feels so damn good,” Bucky moaned, his hands tightening on your hips. You threw your head back and moaned as you began to move your hips, with Bucky’s help.

“Love seein’ you like this, babydoll.” Bucky rasped out, hit hips thrusting up to meet your movements. “Love how needy you get when you’re on top.” His words made you clench around him, and Bucky grasped your hips tighter to pull you down on his cock harder and faster each time. 

You could feel the pressure building in your abdomen, and you knew Bucky was close as well based on the movements of his hips. You ground your hips into his before continuing to bounce on him.

“F-fuck,” Bucky grunted as he was used over the edge, and released inside of you. You threw your head back as you felt Bucky’s cum smash against your walls, which sent you over the edge, and you shook as you came. 

A few minutes later, Bucky has cleaned both you and him up, and was coming back from tossing the wash cloth in the laundry hamper when he saw you sound asleep on the ground where he left you. He smiled slightly and carried you into the bedroom, along with the blankets and pillows. 

He laid you down and straightened out the blankets, and put your pillow under your head, before laying down next to you, and pulling you into his arms. He drifted off to sleep seconds later with the plan on looking for a second hand bed in the morning. You deserved to sleep on a bed, and so did he, he realized. 

At least the plush carpeting is softer than the hard wood. 

[pippytmi]

16 + 4 + 2 (werewolf supercorp?)

It is not uncommon for Kara to wake up in a puddle of blood.

At this point she is immune to the shock that comes with it, really. She has adapted; knows all the best tricks to get stains out of her clothes, knows all the best laundromats that don’t ask any questions. Heck, she even has Alex’s ex-girlfriend on speed dial, just in case there is a freak chance the blood Kara wakes up in might be human (it has not happened yet, knock on wood).

But there are other parts that still take some getting used to. Like, for example, the loss of memory that comes with every night of the full moon. Because yeah, she understands why she wakes up in a pool of blood. What she doesn’t understand is why this time around she wakes up in a pool of her own blood, and in so much pain that it hurts to open her eyes.

“Ow,” Kara whispers to herself, twisting onto her side with a groan. Her clothes are gone—no surprise—but even as she is laying down on the cold, rocky forest floor, the only thing she can focus on is how much her head hurts. She’s dealt with branch scratches, sore legs and arms, the occasional plethora of bug bites, but never a headache. Her one comfort is that at least she has made it into the backyard of Sam’s cabin. It takes a considerable amount of strength to push herself up off the ground; walking is going to be much harder than anticipated.

If Alex saw her now, she'd—well first she would hit Kara over the head and yell at her about being dumb, but afterwards she would snicker. And probably hit her over the head again for good measure.

“Oh my God—!”

Okay, it’s official. Kara is now dead. Even if the stranger gawking at her is not the one who kills her, Alex definitely will.

And it’s that thought that makes Kara drop right back down on the floor, knocking the wind right out of her lungs, and she groans into the dirt pitifully.

“Oh, fuck,” the stranger whispers, almost as if to herself, scrambling to come to Kara’s side. “Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck this shit. Fuck!” Said stranger belatedly claps a hand over her mouth, green eyes widening in horror. “Holy shit, are you alive?”

Kara pitifully rests her cheek against the ground and tries not to look too offended. “Uh, kind of,” she replies. (So this must not be Sam’s cabin, then.) “Sorry. Am I in your yard? It is a very nice yard. Five stars.”

“No, it’s not my—I’m house-sitting,” the woman explains, though she is giving Kara a look that says really? That’s what you want to focus on right now?

“Well, it’s still a nice place,” Kara says, because she is polite and small talk is always a good thing to fall back on when you’re naked on a pile of dead leaves. “Wait, I don’t suppose you’re house-sitting for Sam, are you? Sam Arias, super tall, has a daughter who is freakishly good at checkers?”

Stranger-who-swears-like-a-sailor frowns. “How do you know Sam?” she asks suspiciously.

“She dated my sister. It was a whole—it’s a thing,” Kara says. “You know?”

“Wait. Are you Kara? Are you Alex’s sister?”

“Yes! So you do know!” Kara would grin if her face were capable of any emotion besides mind-shattering pain. “Then you must be Sam’s friend…uh, bear with me…Lena? Or Jess?”

“Lena,” says the woman, still notably wary, so Kara makes the decision to wiggle until she can prop herself up her elbows and look less, well, like a corpse.

“Hey, got it in one!” Kara says as cheerfully as she can muster. “Well, it’s nice to meet you. And can I just—uh, say—that you don’t have to worry. I won’t die here or anything. I know you would obviously be the number one suspect for murder and it wouldn’t be nice of me to put you through that.”

“…right. Never mind that you would be dead, or anything.” Lena begins to shakily unbutton her coat like a woman possessed, as if her doubt has morphed entirely into concern now that she has confirmation the freak naked in Sam’s backyard is not an entire stranger. “Here, this is long enough to cover you. Do you—do you need help getting up?”

“No, no, I’ve got it, thank you,” Kara insists, and gradually, she manages; she shifts sideways and then tentatively onto her butt, and accepts the coat when it’s all but thrown at her face. There is blood mixed in with the leaves and general guck beneath her, and she winces at the sight. “I’ll come back and clean this later,” she’s quick to add, and Lena frowns in response.

“Are you serious? Forget cleaning, you need—stitches, at the very least. I can take you to the hospital if—”

“Oh no, you don’t have to do that!” Kara blurts out, and with the adrenaline from that burst of energy she’s able to scramble to her feet. She is shaky, unsteady, but she manages to stay upright at least and she’ll count that as a win. “Shoot. I’m sorry for yelling. I just—no hospitals. I can’t do hospitals.” She has never had to form an excuse for this, and her mouth can’t quite wrap around the right words.

But Lena—green eyes wide and unsure, skin pale in the early morning light—nods, like she understands. “Okay,” she says. “No hospitals.”

“Thanks,” Kara mumbles, wrapping the coat tightly around herself. There are startling black spots in her vision and her head still feels like it was used as a piñata; she wonders what the heck her next move should be now. If Sam needs someone to house-sit, she must be out of the city. And if Sam is out of the city, Kara can’t exactly waltz into Sam’s house to wash all the blood off her body (and then call up Alex from the couch while stealing whatever ice cream Ruby picked). Sam lets her do that, sure, but that’s Sam. It would be pretty rude to do that when Lena is right here.

“Do you…” And Lena pauses, nose scrunching up as if something has just occurred to her. “I can give you a ride somewhere else, if you’d like. Back to your house?”

“No, that’s okay,” Kara hurries to decline, because how can she really explain that she lives in an apartment, and that if little old Mrs. Jensen saw her coming up covered in blood she’d finally succumb to her third heart attack? “Can I just use Sam’s phone to call my sister? Then I’ll come right back out here, I promise.”

“Why would you come back out here again?” Underneath her coat, Lena is wearing plaid pajama pants that are rolled at the ankle (Sam’s, most likely), and a tank top that is extremely fitted. Very, very well fitted. Like, you-can-tell-it’s-frigidly-cold-outside-kind-of-fitted.

Kara coughs and tries not to let on how her train of thought has twisted. “Because…I’m a stranger?” she tries. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Remember, if you die I’m going to be the first one they question,” Lena says, tilting her head expectantly in the direction of Sam’s cabin. “Come inside, warm up. Call your sister.” All things considered, she is far more concerned than Kara expected her to be—as if, somehow, ridding herself of the weirdo walking around bloody and probably concussed isn’t the very first thing on Lena’s mind.

So Kara doesn’t look a gift horse in the mouth; she accepts the offer. It’s a small comfort that if she really does get murdered by a total stranger, it won’t be while cold and naked.

Lena goes right into Sam’s room the instant they go inside, already gathering a million outfits for Kara to pick through. “The shower is fickle, but it does have hot water,” she says, adding a towel to the pile in Kara’s arms when she re-emerges. “You just have to—”

“Hit the wall twice, and give it a few seconds,” Kara finishes. “Yeah, Sam reminds me every time.”

“So you…visit Sam often, do you?”

“Uh.” And suddenly, despite the long, cold night she’s had, the air indoors feels a bit warmer than is comfortable. “Only sometimes.” Once a month, Kara thinks, and Lena crosses her arms and just stares.

Really stares, dragging those sharp green eyes up and down Kara’s whole body. Squints at the scratches on her face, scrunches her nose at the way Kara awkwardly shifts from side to side. Finally Lena speaks, and it’s only to say, “It’s you, isn’t it?”

“...come again?”

“It’s you. Sam told me she’s been helping out a friend with a—furry predicament—”

If it were possible to choke on air, Kara would be dead right now. “Did she really call it furry? But she’s also—!” She has to pause, now, because she feels an urge to clarify, “Wait. Are we talking about the same thing right now?”

Lena narrows her eyes slightly. “You mean talking about how you’re a werewolf?”

“Oh!” Head lighter, Kara sucks in a laugh that makes her ribs feel like they are splintering open. “Then yes. That’s good, I didn’t want you to think I was a—anyway. I didn’t think Sam told anyone.”

“Sam and I have been friends for a long time,” Lena says slowly. A beat. “She actually ate my hamster once.”

Kara winces. “Recently?”

“No! Back in the fifth grade,” Lena frowns, like she might’ve added dumbass at the end of the sentence. “I’m a grown woman. I don’t own hamsters.”

“What? Come on, having pets isn’t just a kid thing,” Kara says. “I used to have a cat, but he…”

“Oh my God, you ate him?”

Kara’s jaw drops. “What—no! He turned out to already have an owner, so she took him back. He just liked to wander into my apartment.” She hugs the clothing pile tighter to her chest, and tries her hardest to scowl. “I’m responsible, okay? Most of the time. I’m not dangerous.”

“Except to deer, or rabbits, or whatever else you killed last night?” Lena quirks an eyebrow, but surprisingly not in a manner that’s judge-y. Just…curious.

“Right,” Kara says defeatedly, and her head throbs enough that her grip on Sam’s clothes begins to falter. “Sorry. I wasn't trying to be defensive or anything.”

“That's alright.” And stranger still, Lena reaches out to gently touch the side of Kara’s head. “So does the same thing happen to you?”

“Huh?” The proximity has scrambled Kara’s brain momentarily, and she finds herself unthinkingly holding her breath.

“Do you also black out,” Lena clarifies. “Like Sam does, every time she shifts.”

“Oh. Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s—a universal wolf thing,” Kara says.

Lena hums, and her hand retracts. “And are you a serial killer in wolf form?”

“Uh, I hope not? I’m pretty sure all this is…” Kara gestures over her body with one hand, still hugging the pile of clothes with the other. “Not human.”

“Okay.” Lena casually walks away, but pauses to throw over her shoulder, “I’ll help you clean up your head once you’re out of the shower. I’ve helped Sam a hundred times.”

“Are you—do you have some kind of healing magic, or—”

“Close. I’m an ER nurse,” Lena says amusedly, and when she smiles a dimple emerges on one cheek. “All the witches I know have fled the city, so I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.”

“You joke, but Alex dated this witch once, and she hexed my sister to spill her first sip of coffee every time she went to take a drink for three weeks straight after they broke up,” Kara says, and Lena again scrunches her nose in that quizzical way.

“Seriously? Witches are real too?”

“Duh,” Kara says lightly. “What, you thought it stopped at werewolves? Please. I’m pretty sure the neighbor two doors down is a gorgon.”

“Well, it would explain her fondness of statues,” Lena says, strangely nonplussed. “I’ve never asked, but I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised at this point. How do you take your coffee?” As she asks, Lena deposits a few fingers of whiskey into a mug, and at Kara’s questioning look says, “Sorry, we’re all out of painkillers. This is as good as you’re going to get.”

“Maybe I’ll do better if it’s straight,” Kara says, unable to hide her grimace, while Lena shrugs a shoulder as if to say it’s your funeral.

So after Kara showers, she sits on the couch and sips gross whiskey out of a chipped mug that reads World’s Best Mom in bright pink letters. Lena has turned on the TV to the local news station—clearly she has stayed with Sam before—and a man on screen is recounting a tale of how he hit a giant wolf strolling too close to his farm with a baseball bat.

“If I had my shotgun I would’ve killed the fucker,” he swears, red in the face, and above her Lena gives a little scoff.

“What a dick,” Lena says, her hand steadily stitching up the wound on Kara’s scalp, and her voice has a hint of an accent; it’s really cute, actually, and Kara doesn’t even mind that the next poke of the needle is sharper than the others.

It is the strangest morning Kara has ever had. Drinking whiskey before eight in the morning, with a kind stranger who she’s barely met but is suturing her skin together, who smells faintly of lavender soap and strong black coffee.

“—National City is not safe when wolves are wandering close to homes—”

The scent of rich hot chocolate bubbling on the stove is beginning to fill the room, the ancient pipes are rumbling throughout the walls, and Lena’s fingers are soft against her head. Kara closes her eyes and decides that she will wait a little longer before she calls Alex to pick her up.

[kirishimas-manly-eyeliner]

➴ are we supposed to share a bed?

pairings: sawamura daichi, ryūnosuke tanaka, koshi sugawara, tsukishima kei, tadashi yamaguchi, shoyo hinata, tobio kageyama, yu nishinoya, asahi azumane x gn! reader (karasuno boys)

warnings: none! pure fluff hehe <3

KARASUNO BOYS WITH THE FANFIC TROPE: THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED (...and a couch.)

KEI TSUKISHIMA

good luck on trying to get him to go to sleep comfortably on the bed.

“i’ll sleep on the couch,” he deadpans, and flops over onto the cushion that is clearly too small for him. tsukishima stays there, caught up in his thoughts for a while. tossing and turning on the bed, his head nearly falling off the arm rests and his ankles sticking out in an uncomfortable position. 

after a long day of practice, you nearly fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow. the only thing preventing you from getting a good night’s rest is the sounds of the couch’s old springs shrieking and creaking. “tsukishima, you should just lie down here instead... it’s a lot more comfortable anyway.”

you can hear him scoff with his head buried under a throw pillow. “no.”

there was really no way of getting through to him, was there?

but the problem was, right before you were about to fall asleep, right as your eyelids got heavy and you were finally about to go into a blissful sleep for the first time in months, tsukishima would keep moving around

you didn’t mean to be this cranky. you were exhausted. “tsuki, c’mon. you sound uncomfortable. sleep here.”

tsukishima immediately stopped moving. for a moment, you thought he might come and join you. he doesn’t.

but eventually, when he’s so uncomfortable to the point where he can’t stop tossing and turning and you’re sound asleep, he’ll crawl into bed with you WAYYY later. no way is he going to snuggle in bed with you while you’re still awake.

instead, with his body heavy from lack of sleep, he lies down next to you, praying that you don’t wake up, and falls asleep like a light.

you wake up with his arms wrapped around you.

TADASHI YAMAGUCHI

precious!! little!! baby!!

tadashi will say he prefers the couch-- not because he doesn’t like you, he’s just afraid of the actual part of sleeping next to you. he’s watched enough movies to know what happens when the two characters fall asleep on the same bed. they wake up, hand-in-hand, completely flustered-- and tadashi is convinced that he’d combust if that ever happened. he just wants to make sure that you’re comfortable.

“are you sure?” you ask. “you worked really hard today... and your serves were amazing! take the bed. i’ll sleep on the couch.”

tadashi shakes his head. “i-it’s okay. really.”

“mm...” you think for a moment, but then smile. “you can always sit up here with me, if you want.”

tadashi immediately wraps his arms around himself. “n-no! it’s okay! really! i wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable...”

you smile playfully. “don’t worry about it. i don’t mind, i know you wouldn’t do anything weird. come on. i’m tired, you’re tired, let’s just go to bed, yeah?”

after a few more moments of talking and trying to let yamaguchi know that you genuinely don’t mind, you convince yamaguchi to sleep with you on the bed instead of him going on the ripped couch. 

he’ll be lightly hugging himself, afraid that if he outstretched his arms, they would wrap around you in his sleep. that was the last thing he wanted-- for you to feel uncomfortable around him.

(jokes on him, you two both wake up cuddling regardless)

SHOYO HINATA

without a moment’s pass, once you two settle into your rooms for the night, he throws his bags down, and DRAGS YOU DOWN WITH HIM ON THE BED

unlike the others, there’s no discussion on who goes on the couch and who goes on the bed. after games, hinata is always a little overly confident and ends up oulling you down on the bed next to him. he doesn’t even shower. he’s exhausted.

you laugh (his energy is contagious), “hinata-?? uherm don’t you wanna shower first?”

he laughs out loud, stretching his arms out. “but i’m exhausteeedddd!”

he fluffs the pillows in an insanely cute way and goes, “okay. i can sleep on the left side, you can sleep on the right so that we don’t crash into each other during the night. is that okay?”

you nod. hinata smiles before changing (and then he goes to rinse off) and plops onto bed, snuggling under the covers. he’ll casually get out his phone and scroll through the feed, maybe play a couple of games, and casually talk about his day with you, until he realizes that you didn’t respond.

he peered over, finding that you were sleeping.

he smiles softly, before the idea that he had actually JUST nonchalantly slept with you next to him, your face only a few inches away from his, and the realization finally settles in as his face burns against his pillow.

TOBIO KAGEYAMA

"I mean... If you want."

kageyama says that phrase at least ten times throughout the process of trying to figure out the idea of “only one bed.”

he’s trying his best not to be too aggressive or pushy around you, but it’s clear that he’s cranky and wants some sleep after a long day. his face is in a pout from exhaustion, his bags are sprawled across the floor and the last thing he looks like he wants to do is get a restless sleep on the couch.

“so uh,... do you want the couch or the bed-?” you ask. kageyama shrugs. but looking at how tired he is, his sunken eyes, and the way his knees were nearly unbuckling, you say gently, “i’m gonna take the couch.”

“okay.”

you take the couch and kageyama lies down on the bed, but exhausted as he is, a part of him is thinking with a twinge of guilt, “the couch must be really uncomfortable.. are they okay?”

so instead, kageyama peers over and finds you wrapping your arms around yourself from the couch, and he sighs, long and tired, and kind of just- STANDS over you on the couch like 🧍🏻 ...

“hey.”

you look up, confused and half-asleep. “...mmph?”

“sleep with me.”

the words tumble out before kageyama can stop them, but you’re just so heavy with sleep that you nod as if nothing had happened and flop onto the bed, your entire body sinking into the soft mattress. you wake up with a blanket wrapped around you, and kageyama on the floor from faling off.

RYUNOSUKE TANAKA

surprisingly, he has so much more respect and privacy for you than you may suspect. when tanaka enters the room, he’s lowkey kind of tense, but he sets his bags down and helps you, “uhem... do you need anything? tooth brush? tooth paste? extra blankets-?” he sees you as the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. the way he stares at you is something that no one else can compare to. 

you laugh. “nah, i’m good. but thanks!” you look around, pointing towards the couch and raising an eyebrow at how uncomfortable it looks. “you and i both had a rough day... how about we just sleep on the bed then? i-if you’re comfortable with it, that is.”

CONGRATULATIONS YOU BROKE TANAKA

this awkward blob who’s just insanely flustered because holy crow, his best friend AND crush is suggesting they both share the bed. he then flashes out a grin and a thumbs up, “alright! sounds good!”

you grin back as you two both get ready for bed and lie down.

and to confirm, he has absolutely no shame once he gets more comfortable and calm for cuddling you (with your consent BECAUSE CONSENT IS SO SEXY)

tanaka will talk about his entire day with you in such a free way. everything is so easy with him-- he constantly thinks that you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever laid eyes on and tries not to say it out loud every five seconds. tanaka will hold your hand and try to make you laugh multiple times just for the sake of it <3

YU NISHINOYA

"i-i can sleep on the couch! really!"

...he’s lying.

you know when you offer someone food, you know, just for the sake of being nice-- and this small part of you hopes that they don’t take the food?

that’s what nishinoya is casually saying, explaining that he can “sleep on the couch.” in reality, he just wants to cuddle next to you, hand-in-hand as you two casually talk about your day. he wants to play with your hair and kiss you and make you laugh. he wants to see you smile and cuddle you, wake up in the morning hand-in-hand as someone you can trust.

“uHmMM... okay, you can take the couch then,” you say, completely oblivious.

a small part of nishinoya dies inside with those words. “erm, okay. goodnight!!” he’s trying to sound cheerful for your sake, but he can’t help but feel disappointed.

that’s what he wanted, right? you stumble over to the bed, your legs tired and knees buckling after a long day as you pull your covers over yourself. “mm, goodnight, noya!” 

but later, you see that nishinoya is standing above the couch a lot like kageyama did-- contemplating whether or not he should speak out about wanting to go on the bed next to you or going on the couch. once he hears that you’ve stopped shuffling under your bed covers, he thinks you’re asleep and stares at you-- only to find your eyes staring into his.

he blurts the words out. “can i- i mean, only if it’s okay with you, can i sleep on the bed with you?!”

you hesitate, but then raise an eyebrow and your upper lip curls with a playful grin. “oh?”

nishinoya laughs and gives a small shrug.

“c’mere.”

KOSHI SUGAWARA

he's such a sweetheart.

sugawara knows that you work really hard to help the boys stay healthy. he knows the work you put into cleaning up and trying to decide what’s best for them and yourself. “you can pick! i don’t really mind. go ahead, do whatever you’d like.”

(a part of him is secretly begging that you choose to go with him instead on the bed. will he say that out loud? probably not, but he loves you so much and wants you to know that with every fiber in his body.)

“you can pick,” you say, for a change. there’s a moment where sugawara is surprised, but then relaxes and nods along with it. “i can, erm, sleep on the couch. if that’s easier for you,” he blushes and scratches the back of his neck. your stomach sinks. did he really want to sleep on the couch-

“but if you’re okay with it, we can both share the bed-”

“okay!” the words spill out of you before you can stop them. you clear your throat, trying to contain your excitment. “i mean. okay.”

sugawara laughs and takes your hand, and he props up the pillows (strikes me as the guy to have a playlist i am just saying) and asks you about your day. 

he will definitely end up cuddling you in his sleep. in the morning, you wake up on his chest with his arms around you, and when you look on the other side of the bed-- you’re no longer alone. a soft smile with friendly eyes is staring back at you.

“did you sleep well, princess?”

DAICHI SAWAMURA

GENTLEMAN GENTLEMAN GENTLEMAN

he knows that you're private about a lot of stuff, but he'll definitely be a lot like suga and make sure whatever happens is best for you. daichi will make sure that above all else, you feeling comfortable is top priotity. he’ll try to be a good guy for you and let you make yourself at home-- heck, he probably brought lights or something in case you were afraid of the dark because hE’S JUST THAT CONSIDERATE

daichi, out of all of them, will immediately address that he’ll take the couch first. “i’ll take the couch. it’s been a long day.”

at this point, daichi’s brain is on autopilot after so long and he just immediately assumes that you’ll take the bed. he wants you to feel as rested as possible for the next day, so daichi is just about ready to flop around the couch, when you say:

“daichi... you should take the bed-! i can go on the couch. or we could share.”

HE DOUBLE TAKES

HE DOUBLE TAKES AND ASKS YOU AGAIN

a laugh bubbles up insdie your chest (he blushes and prays you can’t see it in the dark of the night) and you drag his arm to the bed, fighting back the urge to kiss him on the nose. “sleep. you deserve it, team captain.”

he leans back, grinning. “alrighty then. get plenty of sleep. i’ll be sure to see you tomorrow morning, angel.”

ASAHI AZUMANE

HE'S SCARED

HE THINKS HES TOO INTIMIDATING OR TOO BIG AND THAT YOU'LL BE UNCOMFORTABLE

asahi is practically soluting as if speaking to a general. “i’ll take the couch!”

he’s well aware that it’s too small for him. but if it means that you don’t have to deal with the idea of sleeping in the corner of the room with cobwebs, that was good enough for him.

you nod slowly, smiling gratefully. the couch couldn’t be that bad... right?

as you cuddle into your sheets, there’s a moment wher eyou open your eyes and finally look at the back of the room, to find asahi in a strange position-- his head is falling off the armrest and his feet are dangling from the front.

he’s shuffling, changing positions, but it’s clear that he’s nervous and isn’t too sure what you think of him like this.

“come here, big guy.”

you outstretch your arms and pat the side of your bed, and he doesn’t look to sure. it’s almost beauty and the beast all over again-- just the roles are slightly edited.

“oh-hkay!” asahi smiles slightly, the tips of his ears turning pink. “are you sure?”

you nod. “sure i’m sure. now come here, ‘m sleepy.”

asahi laughs softly and lies down, trying to avoid going too much in the center in fear of taking up too much space. “hey, it’s fine.”

you wake up with his arm as a pillow and your head resting on his shoulder.

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[adrikazu]

Um- I have a request, I did read the rules but I already forgot some of them_ so if you don't want to write this, I understand dw. And I apologise in advance if it's the case ;;

May I request Kaeya and Diluc with a gn!reader who breaks down after trying to get better for years, without success ? reader kind of just shuts down and stops paying attention to their health, they can't enjoy anything and (tw: suicide, please don't force yourself to read this if it makes you feel uncomfortable) think about how they would like to end everything ? Like they're just giving up because they never get better anyway.

I wish you a good day, or a good night!

BREAKING DOWN READER

FEATURING— kaeya, diluc

GENRE— angst, both with a little bit of comfort fluff at the end

NOTES— hi anon!!! i’m okay with this request, and i haven’t gotten an angsty request yet so this’ll be my first, and i hope i did this justice. sorry for this taking so long, i really wanted to collect my thoughts for this one. by the way, if you ever need to talk to anyone about anything i’m always open to listen, you’re not alone okay?

WARNINGS— TW: mentions of suicide, death, self harm, overall angst

KAEYA

he was at the knights of favonious HQ, and he was about to head home

something didn’t feel right, or something at least felt off to him in his gut immediately

Kaeya thought it was a little childish of him to hurry home from work because of this

but he was glad he did so when he got there

he found you, hugging your knees close to your face in your shared bedroom

at first his stomach dropped, eyes widened and he almost couldn’t move from where he stood

but he approached you, his silence almost unrecognizable

“love? are you alright?”

if you were to slowly leap into his arms, he’d be happy to accept you for a hug and embrace you tightly, not caring in the slightest if his uniform got wet because of your tears

if you were to refuse his hug, he would understand and not at all be upset with you

he doesn’t want to pressure you into speaking but he would be happy to listen

when you rant on about trying so hard to get better, and yet to fail, he’s ready to encourage you

kaeya himself had struggled, he wants to help even if he’s ashamed about his previous weak state

and by saying that he doesn’t mean to say you’re weak, he means that he wants to support you up so you don’t get stuck like he did

kaeya believes having someone there for you will be helpful, and he offers to be that person

if you stay quiet, he doesn’t mind

if he was upset he probably would’ve done the same thing

kaeya gets up, prepares food and gets you things you like

when you refuse to eat is when he’s over the top concerned

you say you want to die, you don’t want to be continuing your life and neglect your health, he’s in deep thought

whatever it may be, Kaeya will stay by your side and compliment you, and be proud of every achievement even if it’s a small one such as eating, or brushing your teeth

he loves your company, he likes everything about you and he can’t imagine a world without you in it with him

DILUC

he’s taking care of his tavern

and his gut is screaming at him to do something

he peers around at everyone drinking, enjoying themselves and he looks back down to the glass cups he’s been cleaning

he wants to go home, and he apologizes when he calls someone to take the tavern for the night

diluc slinks his jacket on, looks back one last time and makes his way home

he gets there, maids are fussing about

they rush to him

“Master Diluc, Master/Miss s/o—”

he stops them there

he doesn’t like the way they say your name in worry, and in fear. it puts his own heart in jeopardy

the door opens and he sees you, unresponsive while curled up in bed

diluc approaches you in silence, and merely looks at you with worry

he’s not experienced with this, he doesn’t know what he should do and he’s beginning to regret not asking the maids for guidance before coming in

after a few minutes he’ll ask if you’re alright

you shake your head, your eyes showing him emptiness and you seem tired after laying in bed for so long

he doesn’t push you, not even when you refuse to eat or shower or do anything

what diluc actually does, is patiently wait for you to open up

he wants to hear what’s wrong and he does everything in his power to help

when you talk about your desire to disappear, he’s silent

this is another man who understands what that feeling is like, and he wouldn’t wish that feeling on anyone. especially not you

he’ll pull you in for hug, clutching you as if you’re fine china and you could break with any scratch

diluc does everything he can, consults his most trusted people and will be there everytime you want something. he’s a little lost in this situation but he cares, and he’s going to try his best to help

[oro-e-diamanti]

The one where Ethan gets caught

Description | You're learning a lesson about why you should always knock on doors... or on why you shouldn't.

Content | Smut

Pairing | Ethan x fem!Reader

Word Count | 1176

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***

Not knocking had gotten you in a number of awkward situations over the course of your life. You had busted in on people taking showers, friends making out with their one-night stands, acquaintances changing clothes. You had seen things that hadn't been meant for your eyes and heard things that hadn't been meant for your ears. Yet, you never seemed to learn. And none of the situations you had gotten yourself into compared with the one you were facing when you busted into Ethan's bedroom.

The scene in front of you played out in slow motion. Your ears picked up on it before your eyes did. On the obscene noises, the groans and the moans, coming from the laptop on Ethan's bed. It's where your gaze went first, drawn in by the sound. The next thing you saw was Ethan's legs, naked, and then steering higher and higher until your eyes landed on his cock, hard, partially hidden by the hand around it. You lingered longer than you intended before your gaze hastily snapped up towards his face, which was painted in a slightly pink colour. His jaw was slacked, you couldn't tell whether in embarrassment or arousal, but his widened eyes were a clear sign of how much you had surprised him.

Not a single word escaped either of your mouths. Your face was on fire, and so was another part of you. Without a second thought, you retreated back outside, closing the door behind you with a bang and leaning against it. What the hell had just happened?

You tried to shake it off, planning to simply leave and go back to the living room, pretending that nothing had ever happened. You wouldn't talk to him about it or make it awkward in any way. Yet your mind kept replaying the scene you had just witnessed. The way Ethan was spread out on his bed. The way he was gripping his cock. His face and the turned-on look in his eyes, even through the shock. His toned chest, muscles clenched. You couldn't stop thinking about seeing him in motion, how he would stroke himself, whether he would throw his head back in euphoria, the sounds that would escape him.

Your body didn't wait for your head to follow before it made a decision. In an instant, you had turned the doorknob and busted back into Ethan's room. The sound had been turned off but apart from that, he hadn't moved an inch, possibly still horrified at being caught. But you caught his eye easily.

"I want to watch."

With newfound confidence, you wandered over to the armchair in the corner of his room, never once breaking eye contact. You sat down slowly and purposely, highly aware that you had the perfect view of him from your position.

"If you let me."

Ethan didn't speak a word. Instead, he kept staring at you intently as you got comfortable in your seat, and started moving his hand. The laptop was pushed to the side and long forgotten. He had a head-start on you, already hard as hell and probably getting close to his breaking point, but as you watched, your arousal was quickly catching up. You didn't notice at first how you had slid down deeper, parted your legs, and started drawing little circles on the inside of your thigh. He, however, noticed, his eyes moving away from your face. You pushed the material of your skirt up, allowing him a better look as your panties began to dampen.

His lips emitted a low growl while your fingers travelled further, now timidly touching yourself over the fabric. You could see his eyes darkening, obviously enamoured by what he was seeing, and his whole body began to move restlessly. Time and time again he swept over his own tip, gathering precum and lathering the rest of his cock with it. It was hypnotising to watch. His head was leaned, actually more like pressed against the wall, his hair tangling and all over the place. He was gorgeous and you hoped he was thinking the same of you.

With a teasing smile on your lips, your fingers wandered under the material of your panties, letting out a gasp as you touched your bare pussy for the first time. The way he kept staring at you made you want to be loud, be uninhibited, give him as much of a show as he was giving you. You could see him going faster now, his hips moving against his movements to provide even more friction. Your panties were quickly pushed to the side, slowly letting a finger enter you as he watched in awe. Pulling it back out, you delighted yourself in showing him just how much of your wetness you had gathered, then licking along the length of it, taking it in your mouth, and swallowing. Ethan did not manage to stay quiet, even his breathing so harsh now that you could continuously hear him.

Your fingers were back on your pussy now, shoving two into it in a desperate attempt to come before Ethan would, desperately wanting him to come undone from watching you lost in your orgasm. You moved more quickly now, trying to keep with the rhythm Ethan was going at. Your back arched off the armchair, the feeling too much as you watched him jack off, your other hand looking for something to hold onto, the back of the armchair, your own breasts over your shirt, then down to your clit.

It was only a matter of time. Both of you were obviously getting more desperate. Ethan's eyes were solely focused on the action between your legs and it gave you the last push, knowing he was getting off on you just as you were getting off on him. A few more touches to your clit, your fingers shoved in up to your knuckles, and the ecstasy and euphoria washed over you, leaving you shaking and moaning in chants, clenching, gasping, coming.

Ethan didn't take long to follow. As you looked back at him, eyes still clouded and fingers still in your panties, you could see it in his face. You kept the eye contact, daring him to get there, to let go, and he did. In a few more strokes, he came all over his naked stomach, the most devilish sounds leaving his mouth, eyes closing. He was a sight and you knew you'd see this exact image in your head the next time you were alone in your room with just you and your hand.

You finally pulled your fingers out of your underwear, getting up from your position and walking over to Ethan, who was in post-orgasmic bliss and offered them to him. He eagerly took them, licking them clean in one last effort, as his breathing regulated.

"We should do this more often," you simply stated, smirking at him. He couldn't do anything more but nod, and watch, as you left his room, planning to return at the next given chance.

[milkybonya]

ride the waves

order 29, anon: large honey milk tea with apple jelly for astro's Eunwoo

warning: this turned out completely platonic and i hope that's okay :]

pairing: swimmer!Eunwoo x barista!(gn)reader

summary: Eunwoo visits you at your café and has a heart to heart with you, encouraging you to live your life to the fullest

word count: 1k

Eunwoo touches the end of the pool, letting out a gasp of air and throwing off his goggles and swim cap to check the stopwatch on his phone. he swam 0.2 seconds faster than his best time... he's improving!

he decides to end on this good note for the day, hopping out and reaching for his towel. after showering and getting changed, he heads to the small café that's attached to the swimming pool he trains at while his hair is still wet and dripping. he didn't even think about drying it properly--all he wanted was to quickly make it to you at the café.

there, he finds you gracefully rushing around, putting on coffee, espresso, pouring steamed milk and making latte art for customers, depending on what they order. he hangs back, waiting for the busy line ahead to diminish before he steps in to place an order.

once everyone is gone, you lean back against the counter and let out a sigh, staring up at the grey ceiling. the bell at the counter then rings, snapping you out of your daze.

when you rush forwards and notice it's Eunwoo, you sigh once again, but in relief this time.

"oh thank God it's you," you say.

he flashes you a grin, one that he knows you love, and leans forward against the counter. water droplets drip down his hair and onto the counter as he speaks.

"i'm going to place an order, though, is that okay?" he asks.

you nod and take his order for an iced americano, turning your back to him to quickly make the drink. once it done, you hand it to him and he thanks you for it.

"seems like your time for making drinks is improving just as much as my lap time is," he jokes.

"we're both racing to get to the end of something, i guess. i'm trying to get to the end of the day and you're trying to get to the end of the pool," you point out.

Eunwoo laughs, shaking his head at your witty comment.

"got some time to sit with me as i drink this?" he asks, looking hopeful.

you check the time and realize that your shift actually ends in five minutes, so you ask Eunwoo to wait for you as you quickly clean and wrap up before your coworker who works after you takes over.

Eunwoo watches, taking very small sips of his drink so he can save it for later. the more of his drink he has left, the longer he'll get to talk to you.

he admires the way you never slow down at work for a second, always maintaining a rhythm at work that is neither too fast nor too slow, but just perfect for you. he likes to think he's the same when he swims, since he's a long distance swimmer. it's all about maintaining rhythm, in swimming and in life: never going too fast and tiring yourself out, but never going too slow when you know you can try just a little harder, either.

you greet your coworker before leaving and wish them luck, then you remove your apron and step out to join Eunwoo, who leads the way to a bench outside.

"how's swimming going?" you ask him.

he nods while sipping his drink before he speaks.

"it's going okay! my time has been improving, which is sometimes hard to achieve for long distance," he explains.

you nod along.

"that's great! i can see you through the glass window, sometimes, and it always looks like you're doing a great job."

Eunwoo gasps, suddenly.

"so you even see me when i do aquatic dancing?"

"you do aquatic dancing?!"

"nope! just kidding," Eunwoo remarks, smiling at you with his eyes. "you probably do stare at my bare chest, though. i should start charging you for that."

you shake your head at him and tell him to just drink his drink instead of being so annoying, and he laughs, making fun of you for not denying his coment.

"how are things with you, y/n? café keeping you busy?" he then asks.

"yeah, well you know how it is. it's busy, but i don't know. every day feels the same and i feel like i'm just surviving and not really living. but then again, i need to work hard... right? i'm caught between feeling like i need to do more, but also feeling like i just want to end this repeating daily cycle," you confess.

Eunwoo runs his fingers through his hair and sips his drink again before responding.

"well, y/n, i can definitely say you're enough. i see you work, too, and i just know you give it your all. plus, overworking yourself is just not right either, so there's really no need for you to work harder. but also, if you're tired of your day-to-day life, then you should look out for yourself more."

you give Eunwoo a questioning look, but allow him to explain.

"you probably just spend your days working, then coming home to eat and sleep all on repeat. i'm sure there's other things you want to do and see, y/n, and you shouldn't hold yourself back! take a few days off and do whatever you want, even if it's just laying in bed and watching movies all day."

"do you ever take days off, Eunwoo?" you ask.

"of course... if i don't, then i'll fall into a slump, which is terrible for someone who needs to regularly train."

you silently sit beside Eunwoo for a moment, still processing his words and just feeling the breeze as it plays around with your clothes.

"thank you, Eunwoo," you finally say.

he smiles at you, warmly.

"don't thank me, y/n. just promise you'll take care of yourself and fulfill all your dreams, no matter how big or small they are. don't overwork yourself and just know that you're always enough."

"for someone who does nothing but swim, you sure have a way with words," you point out.

Eunwoo smirks at you.

"i have a way with everything," he says.

once again, he makes you shake your head at him.

"just finish your drink. i'm gonna head home," you tell him.

"and leave me here?! wait up! i'll come with you?" he shouts from behind you, as you're already quite far ahead.

"come with me and do what?" you retort.

"i'll make sure you call in sick tomorrow! you need a break," he huffs, breathless after running to catch up to you.

"i'll be by your side to make sure you're resting properly," Eunwoo says.